Mr. Blue

travelling the five-oh-three to shite townremember your mam said not to talk to strangersher name inked on your armyour skin’s wrinkled round it but it’s still thereblack teardrop squeezes out ya ductyou killed a manor just yourself?

you’re lost, man

swirling in that suspended childhoodswirling, cursingaerosol tin brings that sweet nectar nowmouth-nursing it like a teathuff, huff your way to that happiness

did stevie wonder cut your hair, mate?

remember your mam said not to talk to strangersshake it uphuff it outit’s not so badmaybe tomorrow holds that better vibebut maybe right now is all there isheadrush don’t linger longheadrush’s gone

blue, blue mr. blue

huff that aerosolsniff that gluefuck ’em allit’s just me and you

remember your mam said not to talk to strangersbut shit man, that stranger might be you